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Name: Kraehe "Lace" Sing (pronounced Kray-He)
Personality: She is very intelligent from being on gangs. She is quiet, methodicall, Kind, and Seductive. She uses these talents to lure her victims to their fate.
Nationality: American/British

Year:1850
Age:157 bitten at age 16
Type: Psychic
Weapons: 7 Poison silver daggers hidden around waist along with a silver pistol given to her from her Adoptive Father.
Appearance:
Background story: 1850 Kraehe was abandoned at the age of five by her British parents. She was adopted by a rich American Tycoon, Sir Gregory Sing and his wife, Lady Anna-Marie Sing. They took care of her like she was a real daughter and she always loved them.
While on a buisness trip, Sir Sing's ship sunk in the Atlantic, making Kraehe and her mother mourne for weeks. Once Kraehe began to heal, Lady Sing died from a heart attack when Kraehe was 16. Ever since the death of her adoptive parents, Kraehe joined gangs and little mafias. She soon gained street smarts and acting skills for robbery and to get out of sticky situations. She soon got the nickname "Lace" for being seductive and smooth in her gangs.
One night on Kraehe's 16th Birthday, She and one of her gangs robbed a jewelery store for her birthday. While leaving the hide out she was followed by an old gang member, Chris Conington and was bitten.
There on, Kraehe has been stalking the streets of New York.

Name: Duzell Alvarion - goes my duzell-du-lord duzell
Age: when last checked was somewhere at 600,000,009 but due to his long sleep his age is unknown.(and dosnt look a day after 21)
Type: Unkown/ posses's powers of all vampire trait's (scept dosnt work for higher being)
Weapons: 2 black 1911 match guns with titanium silver painted barrles-triple barrel shotgun -grenades- All black sword named frorosomere the legendary sword of darkness and sidia the holy sword of st. Phelious-an asotment of daggers and stilitos - and a mysterious chain seems to be made of gold but isnt somehow wraped up on left arm.
Appearence: He has pale skin of his kind and long silvery white hair known for m the moon clan- is well tone and usually wears his cape and robe when out and about- or a skin tight short slevee shirt and tight leather pants.-eye color-Crimson red- the stranges part is his fangs are regular size but are extendable.
Bio: Duzell is the last of his clan the blood clan and the moon clans a secret coven of vampires from the anctient days befor the forgot times. Usually keeps sword at estate and only use's it when he must, guns in car, knifes hidden throught his person. Has a certain knack of poping out of seemingly nowhere. is two handed, both right and left handed.
He has returened to the world after a long sleep and now is trying to fit into this new way of life. He is the actient vampire king of old, who nearly took the world single handed but then vanished without a trace.

But some of his subjects still live and have returned to serve him in any way that they can.

Drives a silver with black stripes 69 Mach 1 with a 458 raceing engine in it and has a straigt exahaust system...*engine is titanium as is most of the cars parts .

Is on a hunt for a traitorous vampire who rryed to over through him who goes by the name of Sharlen.

also weilds the holy sword sidia as the twin to forosomere (for-o-so-mear)

*has a grimoray that he keeps on his person which has strange and anctient magik spells.and a Blood red amulet with gold trim is on his neck most of the time.

Has a hobbi of collecting anctient artifacts for his collection which is eourmouse.

is the holder of TRI corp. a huge behinde the scenes buesines the makes duzell rich and keeps him at his way of living.

As the last of his clan he has a strange ability to due blood magic.

Is usually in human form but when the need arouses itself he can morph into a terifying form known to vampires as THE CRUSNIK a vampire that feeds on the blood of other vampires to keep its ppower but usually in human form where he can feed on humans and human food . Love's wine and prefers red wine. has a secret wine cellar to pass wine and shampain as presents to dear friiends.

has only been recently returened to the vampire comunity after being experimented on at a human science facility Code name Crusnik 02 and is seaking council with the leader vampires of this time.

Name: Echo
Age: I don't truely know
Type: Phsycic Vampire
Weapons: A fan with a a metal blade on the end, daggers, and a pistol with a pearl handle ingraved with a black rose
Appearance: I am usually with black wavy hair, a blue eye and a hazel blue eye, and dark clothing sometimes I add colors but only to throw others off.
Background story[Be detailed!]: I am Echo. As if you read the Greek Mythology story I was cursed to copy back what anyone said to me. So I muted I no longer spoke. But it is hard to not speak when in love. I fell into a love with a vampire Da'mon. He was mysterious and hypnotic with looks. But still he did not hypnotize me to become his kill, no he let me choose to speak but become a vampire in the process of pain or to leave. Because love left me blind I chose the simple speak.

So it happend I again became immortal but in a different way. I could speak and I loved it. Da'mon and I traveled throughout the world, but finding New York was a miracle and yet a burden to me. Red they called him, a hunter with horrific taste in killing. We had never been to New York and did not know there was a certain territory in which to avoid hunters. Unaware we entered Da'mon first and I followed. Red seemed to blend in with the darkness for we couldn't sense his prescence. He lunged onto Da'mon killing him instantly me shocked behond all belief. He reached for a weapon I had never seen before. But I didn't move still in shock. Realizing soon I would probably be dead to I leapt to the nearest fire escape. He fired and I didn't escape it. It hit my side the bullet filled with holy water. With luck the bullet didn't explode the holy water until it hit the building on my other side.


I still have that scar to this day from his bullet. And wish to warn all vampires like me that to avoid the dark alleys he'll be waiting...to take your life as he did Da'mons

Name:Kain

Age:apperes 27

Type biggrin eathdealer

Weapons:Swords,and silver bullets.

Appearance:

He wears longer black pants to make it abit easier to wear a thin layer of armor underneath. Same with under his coat and shirt
Background story[Be detailed!]:My fathers name was Kain. We commited the first murder by slaying Abel. I was raised in the mountains and taught all my techniques from my father. As I grew older I realized that there were things or I know know them as muts and mortals that used to watch our house.One night as we all fed we had heared a howling and an gun shot. Instantly after the shot the howling stoped and my father got up and ran to the shot,of course I followed out of curiosity.
That is the night I got a look at my first Lycan. It was amazing to see such a big creature overcome by a single bullet. Soon I began to study all of their weaknesses and strengths. It was approximitly years later I made a solid silver sword and made my way into the forest where I met it.It charged me and I drew the sword and set the tip to its head. The stupid creature didnt stop running and ended its own life. I just laughed and was overcome by it stupidity.
Later on I was told that the city had been overrun by the muts. Me now being much older readied all my materials and made my way into the city to exterminate the muts.Sadly there I met my first hunter and he attempted to end my life,he seemed smarter then the mut,but still his death came quickly. I then found my way into the covnent and there I stay until all of the muts are dead.

name; Dom Dardanelle
age; Unknown to himself, but is actually 703 (looks 18 - 21)
sex; Male
sexuality; Bisexual
race; Vampire
type; Psychic
eye color; Dark brown
hair color; Black
build; Tall and slender Dom stands around 6’ 3’’ and weighs a meager 137 pounds.
body modifications; --- editting ---
weapons; He favors a series of small, but dangerous weapons of his own creation. Also he carries several small vials of strange poisons on his person, used mainly to incapacitate enemies he knows he could not defeat otherwise.
fighting style; Dom is not a particularly violent vampire; rather he chooses to be known for his skills as a healer to his own kind and a maker of delicate poisons and weaponry. However, if he must fight he is fairly talented for a Psychic, though he is not by any means the best.
personality; --- editting ---
history - the then; Born in 1304 to a wealthy Italian family, young Dom grew up during the Renaissance, which would eventually lead to his great love of the arts. For the first several years of his life he was raised as every young gentlemen should, that is until the death of his father when he was ten. When his mother eventually remarried it was to a cruel hearted man whose secret dealings greatly influenced the young boy. By the time he was twenty he had become absorbed with the creation and modification of specialty weapons, to which he sold to a series of shady characters.
history – the turning; On a night when the streets where covered so thickly with fog that he couldn’t see the cobblestone path beneath him Dom had set out to the assigned location that his latest trade was to occur. Under the low bridge stood the shadowy figure of his client, waiting for the parcel carried under the young man’s arm.

“Do you have it?” The raspy voice hissed out as Dom slid down the banks of the canal to slip into the shadows cast by the bridge.

“I wouldn’t have bothered coming if I hadn’t,” the words were spoken sarcastically as he handed over the package so the shady figure could examine it as usual. “Well?” He spoke impatiently as he waited for the approval, so he could get his pay and leave.

Turning one of the compact weapons over and over in his hands a twisted smile curled onto the man’s lips, causing a small noise of mixed fear and surprise to press pass Dom’s lips. “You’ve done well Dardanelle…and you’re far to valuable to lose to the sands of time…”
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Name: Shou Besen
Age: Bitten at sixteen, real age: 129
Type: Bloodthirsty
Weapons: A picth black broad sord. It is black, enchanted carvings all along the sword. It was smooth, sharp, the handle form and steady. Three poison darts equiped to his left glove, enchanted with the blood from five thousand demons.
Background story: At the age of five I came home from the first day of school, I was hoping my parents would of taken me home but my ucle did instead. When I arrived home I was jumping in joy, it was so fun to be in school. But when I opened the door expecting to see my parents happy and loving faces I found my parents both lying on the floor dead, I looked at there cold pale faces, I didn't know what this was. Was I to have a new momy? I then lived with my ant an uncle, they didn't care for me at all. As I grew a little older I began to become affected to my parents death, I now couldn't control myself. I eventaly snaped, the first child I saw at school I nearly killed him with my bare hands, there blood covered on my body. Now at that moment someone noticed what I have done, they had taken joy and happyness to what I have done, the night I fell asleep after hurting the innocent child he kidnaped me. He beat me until I would obay him, he made me kill poeple. I felt there life disapeare, all there loved ones were gone, nothing more. That sadness grew inside of me, I had killed so many poeple, it was like dieing myself. Over the years over killing I grew stronger, the killing almost grew a apart of me, as if it was alive. But that thing took over and wanted to kill agian, he walked up to my master and he stabed him with my kantana. His blood puddled on the floor, I saw another cold dead face once more. I then left him dead on the floor happy and depressed at the same time, killing him still gave me sadness, he dessirved it so much but it still gave me more and more sadness in my life. Killing him made his darkness crawl to me, his sadness had joined with mine, the blood he had shed was now covered on me. Revenge was never so pleasing. I was reliefed and dead at the same time. I had no were to go, but now I end up here, were ever here is.
Lurking on the streets, I became along and confused. I was mixed up with the wrong kind of people. He began to fight and use drugs. After a while he began to gain prestige in the streets, becoming well respected and feared. One of the great hidden assasin clans, the twelve saints needed people like me. They brought me and fifteen other people on a mission. We were to kill one of the dread brothers for their betrayal. We reached our destination, but it wasn't as easy as we thought it would be. The first one to die was the first one to reach them by stepping on a trip wire. The rest were slaughtered by the guards before even making it in. The only one left was me. A few hours later I found a way to sneek in without being noticed. Appearing from the shadows I quikly slit the first ones throat. Dragging it with me and disppearing again.
The next day I brought the dead body to the twelve saints. They were pleased. For 2 years I was their toy, doing whatever they pleasured. At the last point of breaking down, I kiled the leader in front of every one else. Instead of dieing, they bowed down to me, I was their new lord. After a while of ruling the clan, I was to mary. At my childs birth the wife died. Leaving me.
After a while, I left the clan to live on my own. I stumbled into newyork where I found a place to live for a while. A few weeks after, I was bitten and turned into a vampire. They took me and my child. I eventaully escaped, ending up here in the coven.

Given Name: Jamil Marzuq As-Saboor ibn Mukhtar al-Bukhari
Nickname: Jamil
Age: 821, appears 12.
Type: Sanguinarian
Weapons:
Kard – Kard is an eight inch long curved dagger that Jamil keeps on his left side. The blade is a translucent blue color and is more gemlike than metal. The dagger is enchanted so that any wound caused by it is unusually hard to heal as easily, through natural or magical means. This allows even minor wounds to have a lasting effect when he is fighting. The true purpose is to prolong bleeding and on the off chance they run he can follow the scent of their blood.

Abilities:
Scrying – The is one of Jamil’s few powers that has nothing to do with physical ability. He can gaze into any pool of liquid or reflective surface and scry to view a place he has been or a person he has seen.

Blood Trail – Jamil can smell the scent of a person’s blood from a mile away, more if he is well acquainted with the person. Every person has a slightly different smell and this allows him to track and identify people.

Physical Prowess – Jamil’s is incredibly agile even by the standards of a vampire but his true strength lies in his inhuman physical strength. When thrown into a rage he has been known to toss aside a car as if it was nothing. This strength lying hidden beneath his youthful appearance is his greatest strength and advantage in battle.

Appearance:
Jamil is a very short boy only 4’9”, his body is tanned, ochre color, slim and toned but not overly muscular as much as sculpted. He has agile fingers able to wield a dagger with deadly accuracy. Jamil’s face is more feminine than most men; his smooth, soft features are best described as beautiful rather than handsome. His teeth are brilliantly white and perfectly straight. Jamil has myrtle green eyes that exhibit wisdom which betrays his youthful appearance. Messy midnight black hair that falls just over the tops of his ears. He is usually wearing Victorian clothing that speaks of his age, and as such makes him stand out horribly in a crowd. His jacket is a deep green, almost black and his black pants fit tightly around his legs and hips. Jamil usually dresses in a very slim fitting light grey suit, with a white shirt and a silver tie; an unusual look for someone who lives in the body of a twelve year old. Another strange aspect of his appearance is the three silver piercings in his right ear and the two in his lower lip.

Personality: Jamil is an unconventional person until you consider his true age. He can act childish at times, reveling in his eternally youthful appearance, at other times he can be unyieldingly serious. Jamil is a social person, preferring to be around other vampires. A large part of this is because he requires someone that he can stay close to and pass off as a parental figure if someone should ask questions. After living for so long he has a reasonable control over the thirst that constantly plagues all vampires but when he fights and feeds he is vicious and without mercy. Although he enjoys making friends he rarely truly trusts people, he has had a great deal of trouble since the death of his friend.

Background Story:
Jamil speaks of his past only so far back, never going back to his life before he became a vampire at the tender age of twelve. Jamil was born into what is now referred to as Iran. Vampire was not a term that people heard often, legends of them didn’t really exist. Jamil met a boy named Kahil whom he became very close to, for a while they were inseparable. One day though Jamil decided to pay Kahil an unexpected visit only to find him feeding on a trader who had drifted into the town, unsure of how to act he ran form his friend. The next day Kahil acted as if nothing had happened, although Jamil was sure he had been spotted. When he asked him about it the boy surprised him by telling him the truth. Jamil liked the idea of being a vampire and he begged Kahil to make him one. The boy refused, trying to plead with him and convince him that it wasn’t a life he truly wanted. But Jamil persisted and Kahil couldn’t deny the one person who had accepted him in centuries. Jamil was transformed into a vampire four months after his twelfth birthday. This only drove the boys further together as Kahil taught him about the lifestyle of a vampire. After a couple of years, people started to get suspicious and question Jamil’s parents about why their child never grew; it was time that he left his home. So one night without word Jamil left his home, he wouldn’t return for over a millennium. He stayed close to Kahil wherever they traveled, but a day came when Jamil discovered that there were those who didn’t take kindly to their feeding, at the age of 329 Jami discovered Vampire-Hunters. He and Kahil fought and killed many of them but in the fight Kahil was mortally wounded. Jamil has never allowed himself to be close to anyone since. Jamil has traveled the world many times over, and has taken in aspects of various cultures into his life. Over the years through various investments and sheer interest he has amassed quite a private fortune and has developed critical, expensive tastes because of it. Jamil doesn’t try too much to blend into society but for the good of other vampires he tries to stay reasonably removed from it so as not to draw attention to himself. He often enjoys the company of other vampires, ones that appear older, so that he can assume the role of their child and actually do things that he finds interesting. People tend to ask questions when they find a twelve year old walking alone at night through the dark alleys of a city.